#the post club vibes

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

Mirage being mostly checked out but still cheering Kerri on is so funny

[hinamie]

subject, specimen, spectacle;

should i say that you're dead?

[logictoinsanity]

I wanna start an autistic fight club I caNnOt be the only one who feels like being able to regularly fight someone would fix me

like we meet up, we beat the shit out of each other, we order pizza and tend to our wounds and watch a movie

freedom from pent up rage and understimulation

it'd be great who's in

[gorebonk]

they're judging you

[chai-berries]

post club partying and you’re at a diner, tipsy and love drunk, messily inhaling a cheese burger and fries while abby devours hers with a little more manners. she’s not as drunk as you and spends most of her time smiling at your drunk swaying/dancing to the overhead radio as you munch on your burger, holding it with two hands, elbows tucked into your side like a child. you’re blasted.

the two of you are sharing a blackberry milkshake with one straw because according to you it’s “better for the environment”

there’s a few other customers but only one waitress, who like every waitress in a small diner, is a 50 year old lesbian with a dry sense of humor. she hums in amusement when she first takes your order. you were oblivious to her, your hands playing with abby’s left one and your eyes locked onto abby’s face, smiling adoringly at her. the blonde hands the waitress the menus with her free right hand, ordering the basic diner meal and of course the blackberry shake with a passionate “one straw please!” coming from you though your eyes never leave her face

when the waitress brings the check, abby has moved to your side of the table. you’re tucked into her side, sucking the last of the blackberry milkshake aka 99% of the seeds through the straw. the waitress places the check next to abby’s plate with a pen.

“you two are too cute,” the waitress says as soft as you can after years of smoking cheap cigs. “it’s nice to see the young ones doing so well. goodnight sweethearts”

and with abby’s strength, a lot of patience, and your sudden burst of energy, you successfully make it back to the car and tucked into the passenger seat. she starts the car, making sure the seat heater is on before you even ask. she snags a sweatshirt from the back and places it over your legs as a blanket. when she pulls out of the dark parking lot where the only light comes from the windows and single sign of the diner, she takes one last glance at your cute sleepy face until it gets too dark to see before driving your drunk ass home <3

[stone-stars]

Transcript:

Caldwell, reading: Behind her, a sultry troubled voice offers a reply. (Adam Driver voice) "I know, right?" [Emily and Murph cackle. Caldwell laughs, too.] Caldwell: (Adam Driver voice) "So unprofessional." (continues reading) Emily turns to find the owner of this husky tenor. And finds herself face to face with famous Hollywood actor Adam Driver. [Murph cackles. Emily laughs.] Murph: Caldwell! This is so goddamn good! Caldwell, laughing: On each of his legs si-- on each of his legs sits a huge bearded dragon wearing a tiny tuxedo. [Emily squeals with laughter.] Murph: You're gonna make her cry again! Caldwell: We should be livestreaming this. Murph: I know, this is-- Emily: How do you--?! Murph: Her reaction is insane. Caldwell: Murph can you please get some video if you don't mind, sir. Emily: Murph, how do you know when I'm about to cry? I feel like every time that the tears start to come to my eyes, you're like "Emily's gonna cry." [Caldwell laughs.] Murph: (laughs) Cause we're married! Caldwell: It's part of the deal! Emily: Yeah, I look great, I'm beautiful. I-- Murph: I agree. Caldwell, reading: On each of his legs sits a huge bearded dragon wearing a tiny tuxedo.

[ghost-proofbaby]

hear ye, hear ye!

no. i'm just kidding. it's not that dramatic.

however, i'm not kidding when i say i'd like to invite you all to this celebration of love's birthday (i love calling it that)! as the invite says, for the entirety of the next two days, i will be replying to any and all asks showing some love to all our favorite fictional crushes. these headcanons/thoughts/requests can be about any of the characters i currently write for: eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley, astarion ancunin, gale dekarios, shadowheart, spencer reid, etc.! also, to spice some things up... i'm willing to try my hand at johnny storm and loki <3 (i'm a recovered marvel stan. let's goooo)

the only restriction to these requests is that none should surpass 1k words! we wanna keep it short n' sweet so we can show as much love as possible during this event <3 i am open to fluff, smut, or angst! pick your poison, and let's have some fun. <3

[flekh]

ok so i've been thinking about this post, and how it does not encompass enough of my actual taste, and it lead to this scientific study..... the autism muscle goth triad. an extensive analysis of my media crushes since high school

i think i cracked the code guys. girls.

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

Happy Halloween everyone!!! It's me!

[automatonwithautonomy]

in very broad terms, tea is generally a comfort drink; something you make to calm someone down. coffee is more of a productive thing - caffeine to keep you going, awake and working.

i don't really know where i'm going with this. but it's an interesting contrast. there is already evidence pointing towards the oiar being far more concerned for it's employees than the institute ever was - at the very least, it has protocols (lol) to minimize the danger they're in, instead of jonah's actively encouraging entities to come and get his archivist. but it's also that the institute had... almost the illusion of prestige? like. it really didn't actually have any. but it had departments and equipment and funding - jonah was at least playing at academia; as opposed to the oiar. buried under mountains of red tape and paperwork, working the night shift, terminally underfunded, with apparently the ability to quit...

fuck this got long. anyway. uh again i dont have many coherant thoughts but... parallels!! contrasts!! tea and coffee!!!!

[cadencewishes]

Cadence Wishes - New Psycho

[malaparalosusername]

Grupo club de amigas 🫶 para chismes, películas, consejos, etc... Desde 20 años en adelante, pidan link

[mad-hunts]

[whoblewboobear]

Jace and Zara at the goth clubs fucking thrashing, drunk off their asses bc Jace got hammered and Zara fed on him on the dance floor. Meanwhile Porter is in a black t-shirt sitting at the bar sipping a ginger ale and playing games on his phone like an iPad baby.

They’re all enjoying themselves 💖

[caramelmochacrow]

"Beating so fast, seems like it'll burst..."

[coridallasmultipass]

(( Inspired by the "Aphids" comic bc the dj bro panel had me cryin: https://www.tumblr.com/coridallasmultipass/746888021783298048?source=share ))

Probably went overboard editing this and trying to add emoji subtext, telling a story, you know the deal. Also, the needles evoke a Saw 2 vibe for me, but that's awesome. I'm all about that unsettling mind game shit (not pictured, but I have a spiral on my tongue piercing bead, because I'm dedicated to the aesthetic). Speaking of spirals, yes, that is a Kamina keychain on my phone. In fact, I have all four main characters danglin' off that motherfucker. Shit's heavy, but no pain, no gain. Gotta keep these strifin' fingers in shape, brah. Anyways. I got the green stuff, so hit me up.